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I wake up the next morning curled up on my floor and the sunlight shining on my pale face. Those few seconds before my memory restored were magical. I was free and happy. But, alas, I plummet back to realization, to reality, with a hard crash...

How could I be so blind? So stupid?!

A new tidal wave of tears washes over me and I'm reduced to a shriveling wreck, heaped over on the floor. My mind is spinning, spitting insults and insecurities at me..

"Don't be stuupid! You couldn't get a guy like that! Not now, not EVER!!! Silly girl, getting in over your head only to be disappointed and shot down!"

I clutched my ears and screamed out loud at the mocking voices and hysterical laughter. "SHUT UP!!" I sobbed into the empty room, the empty house.

I struggle to stand up as my legs are shaking and my heart seems to be throbbing in my throat. I stagger out the door and walk downstairs, dragging my hands down they walls at either side of me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror; And let me tell you, it's not pretty...

My dark hair is stuck up in all directions, my mascara has run down my all the pale cheek bones, capturing them in what looks like black twisted vines trying to claw their way up my face. SO basically I look like somethings just chewed me up and spat me out. Lovely.

I turn away from the mirror and plonk down on the nearest chair.

I just can't believe it. Say what you like about over reacting but there's a stabbing pain in my chest, right where my heart should be...


Ok, you may think it's just some petty, meaningless crush but since the first time I laid eyes on him, I knew it was fate. I had never felt like that before...

11 years ago. Age 5

"Hi! I'm Oscuro! But everyone calls me Oz" He chuckled as he scooted over to me with a fist full of sweets. "Hi, I'm Taylor!" I laughed back as my cheeks blushed ever so slightly. "Do you want one?" He pushed the sweets under my nose and I took one with the shiny pink wrapper, "Thank you" I smiled and admired the carefully wrapped sweet. "My mummy says a boy has got to be nice to girls" He grinned at me, "Especially pretty ones, like you" He continued, almost bashfully. I beamed back and started giggling and soon we were both in stitches beside each other. "Hey taylor?" He sat up and stared at me with those big, green eyes, "I like your name" He smiled at me and we were both in uncontrollable giggles once again. "Well I like yours too!!" I exclaimed back. "Really? I'll tell you a secret," He leaned closer, mimicking a ninja, "My name means 'Dark' in Spanish!" He finished with a spooky voice. I could feel my eyes growing wide and I was in utter admiration of him.

Present Day. Age 16.

I managed to smile at the memory; It was or very first conversation. Ever since that day I had known he was The One. he was funny, charming, caring and everything in the middle. He was... well, perfect. I hit down in reality again, a place I didn't like spending much time. I sighed and hunched forwards. Something shiny catches my eye...

A knife.

My first thought is my logical side, my conscience, screaming, "Don't you dare!" But that's slowly erased by the more crazyside of my brain, my impulse, whispering, "What have you got to lose?"

I bite my lip. Shaking I stand up and walk towards it. I pick it up and run the blade over my fingertips, admiring the silver light cascading from it...